I followed suit, letting the hot sunkiss my skin with warm lips. It beckoned me into
summer with a wave and a grin, and it was comforting enough that I almost forgot
about being the Crush. “Just over these rocks,” I said, pointingat the crest.
Author: C.M. Stunich
Publisher: Sarian Royal
CRUSHING SUMMER - YA Romantic Mystery (Single Book, Complete Story, No Cliff Hanger) Recommended for ages 16 and Up. From the Amazon Bestselling Author of 'Losing Me, Finding You' and 'Get Bent' "I wanted to kiss his face off. And I didn't even know him." I'm a girl. I met a boy. Why can't it stay that simple? Here, in this town, summer doesn't just mean tiny bikinis and sunglasses, white toothed grins and lounging at the beach. It means pain. And loss. And false promises. It means liars pretending to be saints, friends pretending to be enemies, rivals pretending to be lovers. For me, it means being crushed. The Crush, actually. The one they all want simply because they were told to. It means being surrounded by beautiful faces and gorgeous bodies, sweet words and sizzling kisses. It means being wanted and despised. My name is Chloe Summer, and I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, this summer could be my last. Also Available From CM Stunich -Tasting Never (New Adult Contemporary Romance) -Losing Me, Finding You (New Adult Biker Romance) -Hell Inc. (Comedic Paranormal Romance) -Broken Pasts (Adult Contemporary Romance) CRUSHING SUMMER EXCERPT: “Tonight is Assignment Night.” Casper remained still, listening, not at all nervous about what I was going to say. He didn't think it was going to be bad or that it was going to affect him, but I knew it would. Somehow, I just knew. “Like, for classes or something?” “Like, for the summer. All summer. Tonight, all the students, ages thirteen to eighteen, will be assigned a title. Most of them will stay Students, but a select lucky and unlucky few will be … Something else.” Casper gave me a look that said I was totally and completely nuts. Again, I attempted a smile, but this one fell even flatter than the first. I resorted to keeping my eyes on the sea and letting my fidgety hands spin the conch around in circles. “You know all the stereotypes people think about when they talk about high school? Jocks? Losers? Party boys? Goths?” Casper pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and slipped it between his lips. “Yeah, sure, okay.” “Well … on Assignment Night, tonight, people get nominated by their peers for certain … positions, and then they have to act them out until the Friday before Labor Day. Every day until that day, at midnight, they have to be who everyone wants them to be, for good or bad. And everyone else, the Students, they have to play along.” “Um, you're kidding right? Is this some kind of game?” My faux smiled turned into a grimace. “I wish it were. If it were just a game, it'd be fun, right? But it's not. I mean, I used to think it was, but not anymore. People get hurt playing this game.” I paused, not necessarily for dramatic effect, but there it was. “They get killed."